Luyện nghe bài hát Suzanne

And now like to do a tribute to a very talented songwriter, singer, dancer, juggler, skateboarder, ice cream saleswoman, nazi hunter, fugitive logger, cakemaker, cat owner, dog worshipper, sausage stuffer, mushroom licker and toadstool. This is our tribute to the very lovely and talented Suzanne Vega.

(knocking)
in.
A small boy comes on the street as afar above him a gull swings with tiny, razor-sharp onions taped to its eyelids and it screams, "This is your pune!"

And the boy says, "What's a pune?" as he into a cup
And screams, "I am boiling, I think I'm up."

And then the sky opens up and a huge craftwagon falls to the earth and out of it jumped Jesus. And then I heard a sound, it sounded like freedom but it ended up being very quiet so I went back to sleep. And then I heard a noise deep in my bowels. It reminded me of Christmas because it was so green. And I had a floatation device installed in my liver so I would not sink if I drowned. And then out of the nursery I heard the children screaming, "Why do they always make me ?"

Are you in love?
like me
Looking for
like me
Hoping for
like me
Searching for
Just me

Ou est

My uncle thought he was a tuba so we all blew hard on his buttocks and he made noises out of the bell of his head. And I said, "Ha ha, the funny uncle. He is a brass instrument, not a woodwind, remember that, kids." And then out of the dresser there came a loaf of socks and everyone said, "Mmm delicious! Just what we need for our picnic party!"

I of you
And I dreamed in
And I washed my hair.

Sometimes when I'm all alone I crawl under the carpet and search for bits of lint and then I knit them into a little brother and I torment him with my evil, evil eyes until he cries.

Have you ever smelled a as its thrown the air by a huge lumberjack who screams, "I'm never going to wash myself again, not for a million dollars!"

Are you lost in
Just me
for love
Just me
Searching for
like me
Looking for
Just me

we go!

I am a
I am a
I am a beast who lives beneath the
me flip my venomous tail as I make noises with my blowhole.

I am a piece of jewelry
I am a in a big parade
I am a quiet little mincing in your suit pocket

I once myself all alone and realized that I had no phone, so I borrowed my sister's and she said, "May I call you?"

And I said, "Why? Because I am the pope of all the queens of England! Would you me?"

And I heard a noise and it sounded like my little bones turning to squid and everyone kicked me and said, "Release your ink NOW, buddy!"

And I died
But no one
Because I inside.